The Heroines Want to Fall in Love 16
by TINY FAN FICTIONThe Heroines Want to Fall in Love 16
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 16 The Length of Thigh High Socks Matters!
Yuigahama entered the Service Club, 5 minutes later.
“Yuu-chan, I can’t quite reach.”
Her voice came from the door.
‘Wanting to help, but being too short, what a sad story.’
Asakura Yu put down her book.
The Service Club’s sign was blank, bare and plain.
Yui Yuigahama wanted to add some easily recognizable features so people wouldn’t get lost.
‘But the Service Club is really hard to find, and it’s not very famous.’
The Service Club wasn’t an official club, it was not even listed in the Student Council’s club directory.
Plus, Yukinoshita, the president, was a trouble-avoider.
She only posted the Service Club’s activity posters on the first floor notice board, doing nothing else in terms of publicity.
Asakura Yu moved a chair and walked to the door.
“Stand on it, I’ll help you.”
He said, placing the chair.
“Mhm.”
As soon as Yui Yuigahama stood on it, she suddenly remembered something, covered her skirt, and looked at him with a shy and adorable expression, “Yuu-chan, did you see?”
“Don’t you have tights on? This style feels light and airy, pretty cute.”
Asakura Yu commented seriously.
He held onto the chair, preventing Yui Yuigahama from falling.
“Don’t say your thoughts! You pervert!” Yui Yuigahama blushed and squatted on the chair.
“…”
Yui Yuigahama was actually so innocent.
This was something Asakura Yu hadn’t expected.
“Fine, fine, I’m not looking, just stick the poster up.”
Asakura Yu shifted his gaze, looking down.
Yui Yuigahama covered her buttocks, letting the skirt cling to her full thighs, then stood up, safety maximized.
Too bad, she underestimated the desires of a teenage boy, and Asakura Yu’s tastes.
“Yuu-chan, do you like apples or do you prefer hearts instead? Hmm? There’s also a skull head here… Eek, this feels so creepy.” Yui Yuigahama looked at the stickers in her hand, selecting a design.
“Knee-length socks… not bad,” Asakura Yu murmured to himself as he looked at the black stockings in front of him.
The upward part of the thigh is inviolable, and moving your eyes there may be perverted, but the calf is not hindered.
It seems that although knee-length socks cannot show the perfect absolute realm, they can minimize the risk after ‘crime’.
“What?”
Yui Yuigahama didn’t hear clearly.
“I think the skull is good.”
Asakura spaced out for a moment, subconsciously looking up, and then quickly looked down after catching a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have seen.
“Hey! You were peeking again, weren’t you?” Yui Yuigahama said with an angry tone.
“Yui, you should know that the private parts of a girl have a strong attraction to boys, and the more they’re covered up, the more they’ll attract attention. This is called the forbidden fruit effect in psychology,” Asakura said in a tone like he was discussing academics.
“It originated from the story of Adam and Eve, who out of curiosity, ate the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden and received a series of punishments.”
“You were peeking, weren’t you?” Yui Yuigahama didn’t care about his explanation.
She only knew that Asakura had just seen up her skirt!
In a sense, Yui Yuigahama was even harder to deceive than Yukino Yukinoshita.
“I did look, but Yui, you’re so cute, any normal guy would want to look, and I’m a normal guy.”
“That’s no excuse for peeking!”
Yui Yuigahama casually stuck a pink skull sticker on the doorplate.
Then, she hurriedly tried to get down from the chair.
Due to her sudden movement, her motor skills weren’t well-coordinated, and her feet got tangled, causing her to stumble.
Even though Asakura was holding the chair, she still fell backwards.
“Ah!!” Yui Yuigahama let out a loud shriek that echoed through the hallway.
Asakura quickly reacted and reached out to support her waist.
Before he could even process the sensation of her slender waist, Yui Yuigahama’s back was getting closer and closer to his face.
Although Asakura was physically fit from regular exercise, it was still a bit of a challenge for him to hold steady a girl who weighed nearly a hundred pounds in an emergency.
He could only hold her close to his chest to prevent her from getting hurt.
The next moment, they both fell to the ground with a thud.
“Ow.”
Asakura felt a bit of a strain on his back, but fortunately, he wasn’t injured.
The chair had fallen onto the floor in the hallway, leaning against the wall at an awkward angle, but didn’t cause any secondary damage.
“…Ow, huh, it doesn’t hurt,” Yui Yuigahama exclaimed instinctively, only to realize that the expected pain didn’t come.
Instead, there was a fairly solid object beneath her that had acted as a cushion.
She reached back to touch her back, and only then did she react.
Yui Yuigahama scrambled to her feet like a startled rabbit.
Then, she apologized to Asakura, who was still on the ground.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Asakura rubbed his waist and stood up.
He didn’t expect such a strange accident to happen to him.
At that moment.
Yukino Yukinoshita walked out of the Service Club, gazing at the unpleasant scene in the corridor, her eyebrows furrowed, her right hand supporting her chin, and asked, “What are you doing?”
She immediately looked up at the door sign.
A pink skull?
It’s quite fitting.
Yui Yuigahama’s cooking skills can indeed be represented by this symbol of death.
“Yui accidentally fell. It’s not a big deal.”
“Mm-hm.”
Yui Yuigahama walked to his side, circling around him like a cute little dog worrying about its owner.
“Okay, stop looking, I’m fine.” Asakura Yuu walked over, picked up the chair.
Upon hearing his words, Yui Yuigahama had just let out a sigh of relief when she noticed a cut on Asakura’s hand.
“Yuu-chan, your hand is bleeding, wait, I’ll disinfect it for you right away.”
She said, jogging into the Service Club to grab the band-aids she always carried in her bag.
Asakura Yuu only then felt the stinging pain on the back of his hand.
It was probably from the chair scraping against him earlier.
Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep.
Yukino Yukinoshita, seeing this, walked over to him, took the chair from his hand, and said, “Let’s go back.”
She didn’t expect that even a band-aid could hurt herself.
“Does it hurt?”
Yui Yuigahama dripped antiseptic onto the wound and then gently wiped it with a clean handkerchief.
“It’s fine.”
If you were any slower, my wound might have already healed.
“But Yui, you actually carry medical supplies in your bag.”
“I sometimes get hurt due to my carelessness, so I just started carrying them.”
So you have a natural airhead attribute too?
“What’s with that look?” Yui Yuigahama noticed his gaze was somewhat impolite.
“Don’t fall again next time; you might not always be so lucky and have a guy behind you to catch you.”
Yui Yuigahama took out a band-aid with a cartoon dog pattern and applied it to the wound, smoothing out the surface.
“Thanks, but wasn’t Asakura Yuu at fault too?”
[Yui Yuigahama’s affection level +5, points +5000]
“That was unavoidable,” Asakura Yuu defended himself.
“Hmph, don’t look up my skirt again next time!”
After saying this, Yukino, who was reading a book beside them, stopped moving.
“Pervert,” she said.
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